Sprint: This champion is a bit weird

Chapter 10 The world is so big, I want to see it

After three days of intensive training in Guangzhou, the Chinese track and field team went to Omen on October 10.

A total of nine countries and regions including China, Neon, South Korea, Northern Korea, Chinese Taipei, Omen, China, Hong Kong, China, Mongolia, and Guam (unofficial members) participated in this East Asian Games, with 1919 athletes participating.

The distance from Guangzhou to Omen is not too far, but these days the highway network is not as developed as in later generations, so it is estimated that it will take at least three or four hours to reach the destination.

During this trip to the East Asian Games, the leadership of the track and field team was taken by Feng Shuyong, assisted by his old partner Yu Weili.

On the bus that drove directly from Ersha Island in Guangzhou to Omen, the athletes chatted all the way. In the first hour, they even sang together, quite like an autumn outing.

But slowly, everyone dozed off, and the few who were still energetic stopped making noise, and instead lowered their volume and chatted quietly, or took out their MP3 players and listened to music to pass the time.

In the row of seats in front, Liu Xiang and his master Sun Hailin were sitting, and in front of Liu Xiang was the national team women's pole vaulter Mei Sha.

From the moment he got on the bus, Liu Xiang put on an eye mask and headphones to "isolate" from the world. He looked quite tired, probably because he returned to his dormitory early last night.

Wen Hao also found out in the past few days that Liu Xiang and Misha had started a relationship last year, but they had never disclosed it to the outside world. It seemed that the two of them had done a good job of keeping it secret.

Sitting next to Wen Hao were Hu Kai and his coach Li Qing, a professor of the Department of Physical Education of Tsinghua University.

After deciding to take the path of high-level athletes, Wen Hao started to interact with Hu Kai and Li Qing in the past few days.

Li Qing and Hu Kai were very happy after learning that Wen Hao was going to enroll in Tsinghua University's high-level sports team.

Putting aside his performance in the only National Games relay final, they had already felt how terrifying Wen Hao's sprinting talent was from what they saw with their own eyes in the past three days.

The national relay team does not have a head coach, and qualifications for the starting lineup are all based on strength. The four recognized main players in the track and field team were Wen Yongyi, Pang Guibin, Yang Yaozu and Hu Kai.

But Yang Yaozu's condition declined for some reason, his performance in training was mediocre, and he voluntarily withdrew from the competition for the starting qualification of the relay team.

As for Jiangsu team's Lu Bin, he finished last in several training tests, so the position of starting relay fell to Wen Hao.

After the internal competition, because Pang Guibin and Wen Hao were already serving as the third or fourth baton players when they were in the Guangxi team, Feng Shuyong also finalized the final order:

The first battalion was Wen Yongyi, the second battalion was Hu Kai, the third battalion was Pang Guibin, and the fourth battalion was Wen Hao.

After witnessing Wen Hao's potential with their own eyes, Li Qing and Hu Kai secretly looked forward to it.
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  Guangxi, Beihai Secondary Vocational and Technical School.

"report!"

A crying report sounded at the door. The teachers in the office looked up and saw a boy rushing to the seat of physical education teacher Ma Shengjie in a few steps.

"Lao Yi? Why are you not training on the playground and coming to the office at this time? Hey, why are you crying?"

Ma Shengjie raised his head and looked at the student in front of him who he personally selected to enter the school last year. He originally wanted to scold him for running to the office without training, but when he saw the tears flowing from Lao Yi's eyes, he naturally said no. Exported.

"A man won't shed tears easily. You've been practicing sprinting in school for a year, and I've never seen you cry or feel tired. Why did you suddenly start crying?"

Lao Yi sobbed twice, wiped away the tears on his cheeks with all his strength, and choked with sobs: "Teacher Ma, I won't practice sprinting anymore. I want to drop out of school. I want to go back to farming!"

"Hey -" these words made Ma Shengjie angry, "I finally brought you from Hepu to Beihai, why do you still want to go back to that poor place?
  Lao Yi, you are already over 20 years old now. Normal people at your age have either been working for a long time or are already in their junior year of college!
  I see that you do have the talent for sprinting, so I want to train you into an athlete so that you can develop better. If nothing else, you can at least go to a better university by becoming a sports student, right?
  What do you say now? Go back to farming? Are you worthy of me when you say this? Are you worthy of the mother who supported you in your education? ! "

The more Ma Shengjie talked, the more excited he became.

He didn't know what happened to Lao Yi, which caused Lao Yi to suddenly run over crying and say that he wanted to drop out of school and go home to farm.

Ma Shengjie only knows that for poor students like Lao Yi, who delayed his studies a few years due to difficult family conditions and whose grades are pretty good but only "good", practicing sprinting is his only way out.

Compared with most students who have mediocre learning ability and no special abilities, if Lao Yi, who has a certain amount of sprinting talent, persists, he can always go to a good university without worrying about his success, right? Ma Shengjie knew that Lao Yi had a bad temper, but this time no matter how stubborn he was, he had to hold it down, otherwise how could he set an example to others?

"I" Lao Yi looked up at Ma Shengjie, then lowered his head, "My mother is gone."

Immediately there was another burst of crying in the office, but this time, Ma Shengjie stopped crying.

Good luck tricks people.
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  Guangdong, outside Zhongshan Sports School.

After a day of training, Su Bingtian walked to the school gate step by step with his sore body, and saw the person he had longed for.

"Yanfang!"

Under a tree outside the school gate, a young girl turned around when she heard the sound, and the smile on her face suddenly bloomed like a flower.

"Xiao Tian!"

With a smile on his face, Su Bingtian moved toward the girl with difficulty. The girl he called "Yan Fang" had long been accustomed to this scene, and she came to Su Bingtian with brisk steps.

"Xiaotian, congratulations. You won two third places in your first provincial competition. That's amazing!"

"It's okay, just so-so." Su Bingtian said modestly, but in his heart he was actually very sweet.

Although they haven't confirmed their relationship with the girl in front of them yet, the two of them have already had a tacit understanding, otherwise Lin Yanfang wouldn't come here every day after school.

"Stop standing, sit down."

Lin Yanfang took out two newspapers from her schoolbag, placed them on the edge of the flower bed, and pulled Su Bingtian to sit down.

"Now, these are this week's notes. Take them back and study hard. No matter how tired you are from training, you can't lose your grades, you know?"

Su Bingtian took the notebook with a sad face and grabbed Lin Yanfang's little hand while she was not prepared.

"Oh, why are you holding my hand?"

"I'm not doing anything, I just want to see if you are eating well and if you are losing weight."

"Then you've finished reading it now, and you still won't let go?"

"Don't worry, I'll show you my palm again."

After playing for a while, Lin Yanfang blushed and let Su Bingtian hold her little hand.

The two intertwined their fingers, and Su Bingtian recounted his experience this week as usual, and Lin Yanfang listened attentively.

As he talked and talked about the track and field open that just ended two days ago, Su Bingtian's mind thought of the Guangxi boy who sat next to Liu Xiang that day.

He should be in Austria now, waiting to show off his talents at the East Asian Games, right?
  "Yanfang, I really hope I can grow up quickly."

"why?"

"Because the world is so big and I want to see it."

　I never always write novels around the perspective of the protagonist. I occasionally intersperse the perspectives of other supporting characters. I hope everyone can accept this way of writing.

　　
  　
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